My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"So, I want to change the world."

The girl said this, and the beauty of that moment made him squint slightly: "Oh-whether you change or not, the world is there. When I was a child, I was thinking about saving this world when I grew up, but now I find that this world Looks like it can't save me."

The girl lowered her head slightly: "Second-second illness?"

Hachiman-kun smiled faintly: "You have a shit!"

"I am your president now!"

"Hand over milk to the president, do you want Sanlu's tainted milk?"

"Mr Biqigu, have you ever said that if you are blinded by those dead fish eyes, you will be much more handsome."

"What's the use of being handsome? It's the card that goes to the bank to swipe, not the face..."

The two people laughed at each other happily when someone knocked on the door.

The young girl frowned at the same time.

Because the knock on the door happened to be at a rhythm point in their conversation, it was like the feeling of suddenly retracting when urinating.

Extremely painful.

"Come in!"

Hachiman-kun moved his eyes, and three dumplings were seen in his eyes.

The one on top is pink and fluffy.

The two white ones below are fleshy...

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Happy Winter Solstice, I wish you one more straight word on your lap tonight

Chapter 12 comes with an eight-woman, the style is completely wrong

I have two definitions of dumplings.

One is to eat, this is easy to understand.

The other is meat dumplings that can be kneaded and eaten...

Biqigu Hachiman, Shen Su glanced over the chest of the girl who came in, judging her preference for the color of the breastplate and whether she often rubbed it by herself based on experience.

The conclusion is that this damn is natural milk.

She glanced vaguely at Xuexia's chest, but this time she was caught by the girl.

Xue Nao glared at him fiercely, and immediately put her arms around her chest.

Then, she saw the disdain in the eyes of this nasty bastard...

What's wrong with me?

Why do you disdain?

You are not flat!

"excuse me……"

The sound was very hesitant and clean, with a timid smell, like a small deer spying in the woods.

This girl has dark pink hair, which is close to light red. Apart from the sizeable chest, the only thing that makes him care about the legs...

How should I put it—the same black socks are much shorter than Yukino's.

Under the red and black student skirts, there is a pair of white and tender thighs, and you can directly admire half of the calf.

Well, the legs are good.

She turned around and closed the door: "I was introduced by Hiratsuka teacher..."

Looking back, his small hands clenched into a fist, seeming to be organizing language, but at a glance he saw the expressionless Bigiya Hachiman sitting on a chair, his expression transient.

"why--"

Then he took a step back and exclaimed in surprise: "Why are the autistic men in the class here?"

This girl is called Yuihama Yui-when it comes to Yui, what you think of is Uehara or Aragaki, oh, and Ben Zina's daughter.

This girl didn't have much impression than Keiya Hachiman. To be precise, he had no impression of everyone in the class except for the study committee and the monitor.

A smile appeared on Xuexia's plain face.

"Autistic man...Well, Biqigu, is it you?"

The young man's eyes pierced the girl who was still bluffing, and his smooth eyebrows wrinkled again: "A thousand ducks..."

"What duck?"

He turned to look at Yukino who was curious, and shook his head: "This should be a classmate of mine."

"Ah, I know, Yubihama from Class F in the second year."

Standing up and preparing a chair for Fen Mao, Yukino was a little curious: "Yuhihama-student, why do you call him an autistic boy?"

The smile on his face already showed that this problem was deliberately embarrassing him.

But she completely underestimated the youth's face, Yahata still sat still, and looked back on the book in her hand: "Because I basically don't speak in class, and the woman like this bapo is completely two opposite classes."

"Thank you!"

The girl sitting on the chair smiled at Yukino with a sweet smile. It was only then that she realized that the eight-woman in the self-closing man’s mouth was talking about herself, and she was immediately furious: "Hey! Say the girl is the eight-woman excuse me!"

"...It's still a natural bastard with a long reflection arc."

Yukoshita patted her on the shoulder and smiled meaningfully: "Autistic-oh, how about Mr. Biqigu in your class?"

Why didn't Yahata know what this little lady was thinking, and read the book without looking up: "I'm thinking you should know all the student information in the school."

"Not yet."

The humble Snow Maiden smiled sinisterly: "At least I don't know you."

"You can shut up, President."

"Oh, do you have to bow your head to me because you don't want to be called an autistic man?"